by Carole Duff | Oct 31, 2011 | Family, Nature |
As an adolescent growing up in New England, I remember worrying about the possibility of snow for Halloween. How would we trick-or-treat in our rural neighborhood and hang out with the Snyder boys who just moved into the house on Meadowbrook? How would I earn two...
by Carole Duff | Oct 25, 2011 | Nature |
If a tree falls in a forest, and nobody is around to hear it, does it make a sound? Arriving at Vanaprastha in the evening last weekend, we saw a tree lying across the driveway turnaround. In our headlights, the yellow-tinted leaves looked like a maple’s, but in...
by Carole Duff | Oct 11, 2011 | Nature |
I hate stink bugs. Unlike garden spiders and walking sticks, I get no joy watching these brown crawlers swarm up the side of the house facing the sun then hide in the cracks waiting to get inside. As soon as any door opens, in they fly or drop to climb under anything...
by Carole Duff | Oct 7, 2011 | Nature |
Colorful foliage, Goose Winter and Indian Summer often characterize autumns in New England. The term “Indian Summer” is well known, but I was unable to find any information online about the derivation of the expression “Goose Winter”. When I asked, Mother said, “I...
by Carole Duff | Sep 28, 2011 | Nature |
In advance of winter, Vanaprastha teams with reproductive activity, from oak trees peppering the ground with acorns to unseen frogs calling availability in chorus from the treetops, a little Leisure-Suit Larry romancing the large female orb-weaver at our back door to...
by Carole Duff | Sep 23, 2011 | Family, Nature |
How beautiful, the fragile wings of unseen things How terrible the transience of misplaced dreams In my pocket there hides a scrap That has written finely ‘Je t’aime’ Unguessed by you there hides a key To the portal you’ve search for, to me Stars glide, spinning in...
